These Hidden Words

Missing

What is it like to love yourself?

Is it liking what you see in the mirror or is it accepting what you see in the mirror?

Am I giving up if I stop trying to like what I see when I look in my eyes or am I finally learning what everyone else seemed to have been taught since birth?

Is it love that makes us work so hard or is it all a lie we built ourselves to justify our efforts?

I am tired of fighting myself. I am tired of trying to love myself.

I was never worthy, and my soul knew that from the beginning.

Maybe it's bc I want to love myself that I fight myself so much.

Maybe I am just another one of these foolish humans that built a lie to make myself feel better about the time I put into trying.

My whole life has been missing pieces of puzzles and endless loops of broken thoughts, questions with no answer.

Equations that can't be solved are nothing but time consumers, and I am too broke to keep sinking time into a bottomless pit.

I accept the fact that I will never love myself, content to be another puzzle scattered amongst the rubble of an abandoned building.

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭.

—𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧